Continuation of Jeff’s purchase of his new Russian sex slave
Jeff had hired a limo and driver for the day. The first stop was a lingerie store. Jeff had the girl properly fitted, and the buying began with normal undergarments. The store had more risqué items, including some fetish gear. A white leather collar with leash and matching wrist and ankle cuffs were added to the purchases. They had a maid costume, but not one in Sasha’s size, so Jeff inquired about custom work, then ordered three. He noted the sales lady had barely glanced at the girl or asked her a question, and Jeff tipped her well.
Nobody in Russia cared if a man with money was fucking an underage girl.
Next up were stores for normal clothing. Jeff had the girl start with items she would wear to school, which brought a confused look to the girl’s face. But a woman given a blank check for clothes shopping seldom asks questions. Soon enough she had a better wardrobe than she’d ever had before. So, it was a shock to her when she was next taken to another store, this one for clothing much more suited to Moscow’s upscale club scene. A half dozen outfits with price tags that made Sasha’s eyes widen were added to the shopping cart, although a couple were sent out for alterations.
Shoe shopping followed. A couple pairs for school, and one for each club outfit. Finally, they visited a fur store. A fur coat with matching hat and boots finished out the shopping. It was a cool July day. Jeff ordered his new toy to go into a public restroom strip off her clothes, returning wearing only the coat and boots, naked underneath. When they returned to the limo, he had her open up the coat and masturbate for his amusement as they drove back home. He refused to allow her to orgasm, but he did take several photos of his new fourteen year old sex slave with her fingers in her cunt. Jeff had let the divider from between the driver and the passenger compartment stay down, giving the driver a good view of the show.
When they returned home, the driver carried most of the bags up to Jeff’s apartment for them, smirking now and again at the girl. He had been able to enjoy the show in the rear view mirror. She carried the rest, except for the bag with the collar, leash, and cuffs, which Jeff carried. When they got to Jeff’s home, he had Sasha and the driver take their packages to her new bedroom, then tipped the driver well before confirming he would be back in the morning.
When the door closed behind the driver, Jeff took the hat off Sasha’s head. “Take off the coat and boots”, he said to her.
When Sasha had complied, he ran his hands over her body, like one would do with a horse he had just bought. When his hand got to her sex, he could feel the fuzz. He cupped her cunt tightly. “This should always be smooth. Go to the bathroom and shave it. Then use one of the enemas under the sink. Shower, and put on makeup.” He slapped her ass roughly. “Go.”
The girl followed her orders. She had never had an enema, and had no idea why he wanted her to take one. When she was done, she had finished everything as instructed, she came back out to her owner.
Jeff had some soft classical music on the apartment’s sound system. A bottle of wine was opened, the first glass half gone. He picked up the leash and collar. Pointing to a spot on the floor in front of him, he said simply, “Kneel”.
The young girl did, suddenly more uncomfortable than any time since her father had sold her to be a whore. When she was on her knees, her owner put the collar on her neck. Holding the leash in his left hand, he used his right to take a long sip of wine, then set the glass down. “From now on, I am going to call you ‘Dyra’ [pronounced ‘doo’rah]. Repeat your name back to me, Dyra.”
The girl blushed. ‘Dyra’ was a Russian word for ‘hole’. “Dyra”, she replied.
Giving the leash a tug, he growled down to her, “And you will call me ‘Master’ when you speak to me. Now, what is your name?”
A slight quaver came into the girl’s voice. “My name is Dyra, Master.”
Jeff nodded. “Good girl. Now, Dyra, take my cock out of my pants.”
Dyra looked up at him. Unbuckling his belt, she unbuttoned his slacks and pulled down his zipper. She pulled his pants down until his cock sprang out, striking her meatily in the face, a dab of precum smeared on her cheek.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Dyra did so.
“Open.”
Dyra opened her mouth, staring up at him and wondering how she would do the sorts of things he had taught her to do a few days ago. She need not have wondered.
Still holding her leash in his left hand, Jeff took her head in both hands and put his cock into her mouth. Holding her head tight, he began to force his cock into Dyra’s mouth, reaching the tight spot at the back of her throat in one thrust, and then pushing beyond until simple geometry prevented his rock hard cock from making the turn into her throat.
The face fucking that followed was brutal. Jeff forced his cock in and out, seeming to go deeper with every stroke, forcing Dyra to gag and choke each time the tip of his cock invaded her throat. Obscene gurgling noises came from her throat. After the surprise wore off, she moved her hands to his thighs to try and push back.
Jeff yanked the leash up, the collar biting into the girl’s neck. “Leave your hands where I told you to put them, or you’ll get a lot worse, slut”, he growled at her. Meanwhile, his right hand was twisted into her hair, not allowing her to pull back, holding his cock wedged in her throat, suffocating her.
Dyra somehow managed to not panic. She placed her hands back behind her back, now sobbing obscenely around the cock in her mouth. Jeff resumed fucking her face as if it were a cunt. Dyra’s eyes and nose ran. Her makeup formed trails down her cheeks. Slobber, thick and stringy, ran out of her mouth and onto her chest.
Jeff thought she looked wonderful.
He growled “good girl” to her, reminding her to breathe through her nose. “I own this mouth now, and I’ll use it how I please, when I please.”
A minute later, Dyra got a short break. Her new owner told her to crawl, and she was led like a dog to the bedroom. Once there, he had her lay on her back with her head dangling over the edge while he got undressed. When he was nude, he knelt next to her and used one hand to smear the accumulated drool over her face.
“Now, you be a good slut and don’t move. If you do, I will punish you.”
With that, he stood, his cock by her lips. “Open”, he said again.
Dyra knew what was coming, but she opened her lips nonetheless. With one forceful shove, her master pushed his cock into her mouth and then into her throat until he was buried to his balls inside her. He held himself there for several moment, stroking her neck where it swelled around his cock. Then he began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Soon, her face was a mass of snot and slobber running over her cheeks, eyes, forehead, and hair as he fucked her face upside down.
Jeff pawed at the small tits on the heaving chest in front of him. Dyra’s nipples were pinched, twisted, and pulled, eliciting muffled cries of pain from her abused mouth. He reached forward and spanked her pussy and clit. With his cock buried again in her throat, he fingered her cunt until she began to thrash around, desperate for air.
Jeff pulled out of her mouth, and Dyra heaved for oxygen. She had not yet caught her breath when Jeff mounted her missionary style, yanking her back so her head was fully on the bed. He spread her legs and entered her freshly shaven cunt with a single thrust. She was not at all wet, but her saliva acted as lube until her body’s reproductive instincts kicked in. Jeff was interested in nothing but the feel of her tight, hot hole on his raging cock as he fucked her savagely.
He switched positions several times, each time having her suck his cock in between pounding her pussy. The feel of her teenage twat on his unsheathed cock was amazing. When he had had enough of her pussy, it was time for her third hole.
Jeff did nothing to prepare her beyond applying lube to his cock and squirting some onto her hole as he held her in doggy position. He lined himself up with his right hand, his left grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. There was a long mirror on the wall in front of Dyra, and she got to watch herself scream in pain as her master’s cock was forced into her back door.
Jeff held her like that as he used her ass. He was no more gentle on the tightest of her holes than he had been on her mouth. By this point, the young slut was a wreck, crying and begging for him to stop as he raped his slave’s asshole. When he pulled out, she was in no state to realize what was about to happen.
She would soon appreciate that he had had made take an enema.
Dyra was lying on the bed, sobbing in pain, her mouth open and gasping for air, when Jeff stuck his cock into it. A moment passed before she realized that she was tasting her own ass. Jeff was already holding her head, forcing her to clean her ass off his cock with her mouth. Dyra had no strength left to offer anything beyond a feeble struggle.
She did not have to wait long before jeff pulled out. He was standing on the floor, her head was by the edge of the bed, and he gave his dick two pumps before it began to spew cum on her face. The load was epic, a dozen ropes and globs of thick jizz coating her face, covering her eyes, landing over her open lips. He pushed his spent cock back into her mouth and ordered her to suck out the last bits of cum.
When he was done, Jeff pulled Dyra to the floor and told her to open her eyes. Try as she might, one was glued shut, but the other opened. Her master kneeled next to her, and whispered in her ear. “This is why I bought you from the Bratva”, he said, pointing at her reflection in the mirror.
But the humiliation of her new life was not over.
Her face slathered in semen, Dyra was made to crawl to the bathroom, into the shower. But it was not to clean her up. She was ordered to kneel, her mouth and one eye open. Jeff stood in front of her, his dick in hand. It took a few moments for the urine to flow, and when it did he used it to bathe his new plaything with piss. Emotionally drained, she did not fight it, her mouth only closing when piss ran in and made her choke, her one eye open unless it was hit with the stream. When Jeff was done, he flicked his cock at her just as he would if he were using a urinal. The girl collapsed back against the wall, sobbing wordlessly in shame.
She did not realize what was happening next until the water was cascading onto her from above. As she huddled in the tub, her master was bathing her gently, using a wash cloth first to remove the cum from her face, and then slowly using soap and water to wash her where he could reach, not moving her. Then he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her, holding her as the warm water washed over them both.
Dyra cried softly into his shoulder. Over the last month or so, she had been raped, abused, and in general treated like a disposable piece of meat. What her master had just done to her was beyond anything she had ever experienced. Yet, now he was holding her, the first tenderness she had experienced since she had been knocked unconscious and carried away from her father’s home.
Jeff waited until the sobbing subsided, then helped her up and dried her off gently before drying himself. He led her to the bed and laid under the blankets with her, holding her. It was barely dinner time, but she soon fell asleep, exhausted from the ordeal.
When Dyra awoke, it was to the smell of meat cooking. She had no clothes, and was alone in the bed, so she got out and walked into the great room. Her master was cooking, two place settings on the table. Steak, green beans, and potatoes were for dinner, with wine.
One thing that had been left off the shopping list was a robe, so Dyra dined naked. Jeff was a fair but not great cook. Still, it had been a long time since she had been fed this well, and the wine, even to her untrained palette, was superb.
As they ate, Jeff explained to her what her new life would be. She would live here, even when Jeff was not around, which would be most of the time. She would take care of his home, and, when he wanted, serve him with her body. Even with her asshole still burning, it was definitely a big step up from living and working in a Russian mafia brothel. Her only concern was how was she to live on her own. She was only fourteen, after all. She could not drive. She had no money.
Jeff waved her concerns away. “I’ll make sure you have money for cabs, and you can have groceries delivered. Just keep yourself pretty for me, or I’ll whore you back out and replace you with someone younger and prettier.”
Dyra nodded, uncertain what to say. She well knew she was disposable. Moscow was awash in pretty young girls who could be had for hard Western currency.
When dinner was over, Dyra cleaned up, and then got a lesson in worshipping her owner’s cock. She knelt in front of him as he sat in his leather easy chair, smoking a cigar and watching television. She sucked, licked, stroked, and choked on his cock and his balls, even stretching her tongue to his anus when ordered. It was almost an hour before, the cigar finished, he grabbed her head and dumped his load into her mouth.
Jeff would own Dyra for years, and she would continue to serve as his housekeeper and fuckhole, even if the latter was only a few weeks per year. He would even put her through trade school to be a beautician, but that is a story for another day.
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